In the warm, comforting embrace of the small-town bakery, the scent of fresh bread mingled with the sweet allure of cinnamon rolls. The wooden counters were dusted with flour, and the display case gleamed, showcasing an array of pastries. "Did you hear about the break-in at the mayor's house?" "I did. It's all anyone can talk about. Who would dare?" "That's what I can't figure out. The mayor's always been a bit of a recluse. Barely leaves his house, let alone leaves it vulnerable." "You think it's someone local? Someone who knows him?" "Maybe. Or maybe it's just a random act. Stranger things have happened." "True. Remember that time old Mrs. Hensley's gnome collection was rearranged overnight? Never did find out who did that." "Oh, yes! That was the talk of the town for weeks. Poor Mrs. Hensley was beside herself." "Well, this is a bit more serious than gnomes. The mayor's safe was cracked open. Word is, some documents are missing." "Documents? What kind of documents?" "No one seems to know. But if the mayor's involved, it's bound to be something important." "We should keep our ears open. You never know what you might overhear in a place like this." "Agreed. Secrets have a way of slipping out when people least expect it." "Especially over a cup of coffee and a slice of pie." "Speaking of which, I think it's time for a refill. Care to join me?" "Of course. It's not every day we get a mystery in our little town."